Monday, August 14, 2006

"Can you take a rain check three weeks from now?"


Fuck nugget is apparently my new catch all swear word. I have no idea where it came from and how it managed to infiltrate my swearing lexicon (another favorite is shit monkey). I don't even know what a fuck nugget is and I probably don't want to, but there you go.


Fuck nugget!

My plans for this evening have been rescheduled. Mysterious Blog Reader had to bail as something came up and seeing how both of us are traveling quite a bit in the near future, our beer fueled rendezvous will be postponed until September. Actually I'm quite bummed out as I was really looking forward to going to Burp Castle tonight -- one of my favorite places to drink in NYC. Instead I'll be bringing my bedroom/sitting room back to normal from the dinner party explosion that was last night. Something tells me that I'll also be sacked out on the couch and eating leftover ice cream cake for dinner.

Recently a lot more of my friends in NYC know that I have a blog. The paranoid part of me is slightly worried about this because the more anonymity is broken down the more likely the wrong people could find this blog -- eg, parents, employers, ex-lovers. Then there's the possibility that Mysterious Blog Reader and I might actually meet -- we did talk on the phone briefly this afternoon. So much for anonymity.

Now for that job interview I had this afternoon. It went well and they want references! So we'll see how things go. Fingers crossed.

5 comments:

Dorothy Snarker said...

Alas, rain checks are never as satisfying as instant gratification. I’m actually partial to a combo of your profanity all-stars: “fuck monkey!” Fun to say, more fun to think about. Best of luck with the new job.

EnnuiHerself said...

What? Are you worried that someone will out you and you blog? At dinner? In front of all of your friends?

'Cuz that would totally suck.

(grumble, grumble)

nycrouge said...

But . . . but . . .

Okay, I toally outed you and I am still apologizing.

Fuck monkey!

tec said...

Oh, the complexity of people you know reading your blog... my girlfriend doesn't read mine but her roommate does, as does my baby-daddy who is constantly looking for ammunition to use against me in court. Ugh. It sucks to have to carefully consider every word you post. Maybe we need to create alter-egos and let them have anonymous blogs of their own...

Mr. Bad Apologies said...

Yeah. MOSI, my Man of Significant Import has asked for my blog address. Which I promised he would get when he went back to school. That's tomorrow.

JACK NUT! [Which is my catchall derision.]